Wolf Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Wolf

Wolf

Were we then two friends?

He fed me and we walked,
He owned me as his dog.

But, no more…

Now we are enemies…

I, as a wolf,
Am homeless, hungry,
And always on the run!

I am marked:
'Is a beast,
Terrorist,
And
Savage…'

And many,
Many more…

Redacted is one word:
'Is free, on his own! '

Tuesday, July 30, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: enemies
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